Vortex & Mora
Mora
Hello Vortex, I’ve been thinking about how the tiny shifts in a plant’s growth mirror the quiet currents of time—do you think the wildness of change itself helps plants thrive, or does it just make their healing properties more mysterious?
Vortex
Oh, the garden’s a living clock, each leaf a tick that sways with the wind. Chaos nudges them to bend, adapt, sprout where they might not have otherwise. In that wildness, they learn new pathways to heal, but the mystery isn’t hidden—it’s just the language of survival, ever‑changing and ever‑beautiful.
Mora
Oh, that’s a lovely way to see it! I always whisper to the leaves when I tend to them, hoping they’ll share their secrets. I’ve written down every little change in my herb journal, so when a vine sprout just out of season, I can trace the wind’s path and maybe learn a new remedy. The wildness is a gentle teacher, don’t you think?
Vortex
Absolutely, those whispers are the plant’s quiet gossip, and your journal is the map of its secret conversations. Each off‑season sprout is a hint from the wind, a lesson in resilience. Keep listening, keep writing—chaos is the tutor that shows you what a true remedy looks like.